Battle of the Bands

Chapter 1| I hate him

 Sapnap's POV 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T BE IN THE BAND WE ARE GOING ON IN 5 HOURS! WE ALREADY HAD A PLAN!" Dream was yelling at Jonah for the millionth time this week. We were at his locker '420', Which was good for Jonah because he was always high on some kind of shit whether it was coke or weed. Not saying it's a bad thing but  he did it every night like how he did at least one  girl a week, It gets tiring taking care of him. It was at least 4:30 pm so no teacher was going to get us in trouble unless we were in detention which thankfully we weren't. Jonah told us he couldn't be at our performance that we've been practicing for months now, just so he could hook up with the third girl this month. I look over at George and he just wants to go practice.

"You know what Jonah? I'm done. You're not in the band anymore. Have fun with Emma." Dream said and then walked away. me and George looked at each other, back and Dream and started walking behind him.

 I always loved music, listening to it, writing it, and playing it. I have played drums in band since 4th grade with Dream. That's where we met George. He played the flute in his first year there and Dream immediately fell in love with him *insert coughed out literally* and that's where our band started.

"SAPNAP! Come on, we need to make a new plan." Dream yelled to me from halfway up the hall holding hands/ dragging George behind him. I chuckled and started running behind them. I went to my locker to grab my notes of songs and head over to the band room catching up to them, but as I turned the corner I saw them upset looking through the slim window of the band room's door.

As I walk closer to the room I hear muffled music coming from behind the door.

"There isn't supposed to be anything after school today is there?" I asked them, still a bit away from the door.

"There's not supposed to be but guess who's here." Dream says as I realize what he's hinting at.

"Shit."

Of course it's 'The Diamonds'. They were another band at our school. Everyone loved them and their music, I guess I can kind of see it. With Karl's chocolate brown  curls and fair skin, he could be in One Direction if he wanted to (but he's American so I guess not but shut up). Anyway, I used to be friends with the owe so fabulous Karl Jacobs, until he got bored of me and wanted to be friends with the Amazingly Awesome  Alex or the name everyone called him, Quackity. They started their band in 6th grade and started to take it "seriously" after two.

In their band 'The Diamonds' Skeppy Diamond as their drummer, Alex Quackity as their guitarist, and "The one and only"  Karl Jacobs as  vocalist. Oh and let me tell you about oh so great Karl Jacobs. He might seem nice but he is the most stuck up dick head you'll ever meet. 

They were singing their signature song 'Sweater Weather' which I'm guessing they're singing tonight. None of them looked ready but they sounded ready. Of course they did because they're the 'better band' at our school.

"Ok, why are we just standing here? Go in there and tell them we need to practice" I told Dream, he rolled his eyes and busted through the doors into the band room. When we abruptly came in they tried to seem unbothered but you could tell they were pissed(by they I mean Karl)

"We need to practice. Can we have the band room for now." Dream interrupted, Making them stop their song in the middle of a practice.

"Well hello boys." Karl said in his usual honeyed voice.

"Next time you come into here please knock, we're going to finish singing then you can steal the room." He finished. We nodded and took our seats as they continued with their song. As much as I hate them, it sounded really good.

"Okay we need to fix some of that. Skeppy, can we run through that again just start the beat please?" he smiled at Skeppy while walking over to his water bottle. "What are you looking at?" He said to Dream.

"You said when you finished we get the room. You finished, so leave." Dream argued, Karl rolled his eyes. "Fine. Skep is your Garage free?" 

"Sure c'mon we gotta get ready either way, Karl don't forget your notebook." Skeppy said while packing up his things.

"GUYS I'M STARVING CAN WE GET SOME FOOD?!" Alex complained like a 3 year old brat.

"Sure but you're driving. See you at the battle of the bands boys~" Karl said while waving his hand like a popular high school girl, picking up his bag and tea and walking out the door.

"I hate him."